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Aug 2023
To drift without direction,
aimlessly across a
star filled sea

where consciousness
eludes me.
unconsciously and
unconditionally
freely,

I'm drifting nearer
to me
to
who I am.

It must be the plan,

ah,
the engineering of man
comes full circle.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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